a question for my mother

i never asked my mother to love me. 
she does so anyway, unrelentingly, thanklessly, 
and i owe her something for this, i think 
but i don't know what. 

she gave up so much for the child in her belly 
gave up her job, her family, her home 
because of a promise that i could be happier. 
why would you do that? 
you deserved better 
(than me) 
you always have. 

everything i am is because of you. 

(is this something to be thankful for?) 

yejunee

FL

18 years old

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